Katarina stood from the seat and rest her hands to her sides. Both the Duelist and the general looked to her perplexed, Fiora more than Darius.

"Elaborate your words, Du Couteau," Darius ordered.

"Considering what I saw and heard after the fact, you can put two and two together," the Sinister Blade said particularly to the general. Darius' revelation came quick, a long hum escaping his voice box. He looked glanced to Fiora and back to her, receiving a nod from Katarina that his mental assumption was correct.

"I am unsure what you are implying, Katarina," Fiora stated. "Do you mean to assist us in the mutualization of the city-states?"

"No…That's not what she means," Darius answered, turning his gaze from the edge of the bed. "I doubt you'd like the idea at first, but you'll come around."

"Come around? You're not making sense. What is it that she wants?" Fiora pressed, annoyance growing in her tone. Katarina's lips thinned as she deadpanned the Demacian.

"I am surprised you could find such a dull plank attractive, Darius," Katarina mused as she began peeling her jacket from her body. The swords she had strapped to the back fell to the couch with a thud, before she began unclasping the belts of throwing daggers and knives from her waist and legs.

"She has an attractive tone, both in conversation and in bed," Darius answered with a smirk as he faced the assassin again.

"Oh? Maybe I could try it out…Of course, I am a give and take girl in bed," Katarina mused in conclusion, the duelist finally coming to realize their implication.

"Y-you cannot be serious…" she deadpanned, watching the assassin approach her. She paced back slowly, not moving to defend herself with her blade as the two on one would end poorly, regardless to her expertise.

"Damn straight. Gotta teach you how real Noxian's fuck," Katarina returned, now gripping the hem of her undershirt and peeling it off her body. The Duelist stared agape as the assassin revealed the lack of underwear as her bare breasts came into view. She hid the gulp she made well, the allure of those generous teats flaring her previously suppressed arousal. "It was sexy seeing you bent over with him pumping from behind, but even I could tell he was holding back,"

"H-holding back? That man is a brute!" she commented, not sure where the words came from but realizing too late the amusement it gave them both. Her cheeks flared heavier.

"Red as a tomato. Haven't fucked another chick have you, baguette?" Katarina chuckled, finally closing the distance between them and placing a casual hand to her waist. Her free left hand gripped the rapier loosely held in Fiora's palm and snaked it away. "Don't worry. Darius will be right there pounding that pussy while we kiss and make up~"

"He'll be what-" Fiora was abruptly cut off as the assassin made the first move onto her lips, not wasting time in urging her tongue into her mouth and making the lip lock as sloppy and hungry as possible. Fiora was so aghast at the turn of events and the apparent agreement to turn her intended reunion with Darius into a two to one copulation that she hadn't the mentality or physical will to resist the Sinister Blade's advance. She was slightly shorter than the Sinister Blade, so it was a minor tilt of the head that gave Katarina an angle.

With her rapier lost from her grip, Katarina simply let it fall to the floor, a gasp breaking from Fiora mid kiss. "Mmmphh…" she softly moaned, the lip lock now showing their tongues twirling and dancing in each other's mouths. Katarina gently pushed the Duelist against the dresser, her hand previously peeling away the weapon joining her right at her waist and moving down to cup at her ass. With a firm and greedy squeeze, the Duelist flinched breaking the lock between them and leaving a trail of saliva and breathing between the inches of their faces. The Noxian red head held no hesitation to start kissing her jaw to her neck, running her tongue onto the pristine skin.

"D-do I get a say in what happens here!?" Fiora called, looking between Katarina and Darius.

"Not really. I'm enjoying the show, she's horny with an edge on us, and you can't deny liking it with your hands on her sides," Darius mused. The Duelist realized then that her palms did indeed latch to Katarina's waist just above her hip, not making motions to reject or dissuade the touch of the redhead.

"I-I am not enjoying this!" she protested. She heard the sultry giggle rumble from the redhead, before the hand previously attached to her rear slid between her legs. The Duelist hitched as a pair of digits snaked between her folds and caressed the sex.

"Lie all you want, baguette. I know I am going to enjoy it," Katarina cooed as she began impaling the two digits between her lower lips, stifled moans escaping Fiora's weakened body. "And who the fuck told you it was a show, Darius?"

"I decided it was a show when you walked up and started making out," he returned. "I mean, I know how you two are already."

At that, the assassin broke her action of pleasuring the reluctant Demacian and raised an eyebrow to the general. "You know how I am, do you?"

"Rough, forward and dominant. Fiora is like the gentler side of the coin," he answered. Katarina raised an eyebrow, questioning his knowledge of what her sexual side was like. "Some of the soldier's you took relief from way back explained a little more detailed what you're like."

"Guess I have some new heads to cut off when I get back," she mused. Darius hummed, not fond of the assassin's definite declaration to kill his soldiers, but not going to stop her if she really wanted to. "And which one is better?"

"Make me decide." He said simply as he laid back with his hands behind his head. Katarina chuckled as she slid from the proximity of the duelist, turning and walking to the mattress before crawling over and gripping the rim of his trousers. Without a word, the assassin peeled the fabric down, exposing the mostly flaccid cock between his legs. She took the shaft in hand and began pumping the tool strongly, the general making a long breath of relief from her handjob.

Fiora, having been torn from the continuous stimulation, stared in irritation and mild envy at the two Noxian's. "Ahem." She called, their gazes turning to her but the redhead's hand not stopping. "I suppose my lodgings are adequate for your pleasure making? And I was to skip out into the hall to relieve myself of the stimulation you both forced upon me?"

"So, you did like it," both said simultaneously.

"I will not permit you to ignore whom owns this building and do as you please, nor will I allow you to claim superiority over me as if I didn't exist," She announced, placing her hands to her hips.

"Is that Demacian for 'I'm still horny'?" Katarina joked. "Or maybe you're just upset because the big bad general was going easy on you in bed? I don't have a problem with showing you some tricks."

Fiora knew what the assassin was playing at. It was a challenge to see which of them was more pleasing to the male. A test to see if his attraction to her was weaker sexually due to her reluctance to intensity. She rolled her eyes, understanding that denying the challenge would bolster the red heads ego against her and accepting would play into their little co-op of steamy intercourse. She was better than the two on the bed, but she held that irritation of being cornered against a challenge.

"S'il vous plaît. You're not fooling me with your wordplay, Du Couteau," she retorted, strutting around the bed to the opposite side of Darius.

"Meanwhile, I still have a rock-hard cock in hand and I did nothing," Katarina stated dryly. Fiora's reaction was immediate, her gaze turning to the tool in her grip to see it at full mast with the careless strokes. Her brow raised, looking to the general who merely shrugged. "Bet you I can get him to cum with this, where he was balls deep in you for a few minutes and didn't come close,"

"Are you serious right now?" Fiora scolded.

"You never liked foreplay, and half the time it was one and done. Us 'crass and vulgar' Noxians enjoy the finer things," Darius teased, a satisfied exhale escaping as he was serviced by the assassin's grip.

"Like rutting akin to rabbits in heat with no restraint?" Fiora deadpanned.

"If that what you call real sex, then yeah," Katarina answered. "Speaking of which, I wondered what Demacian pussy tasted like. May I?"

Darius smirked once again with his eyes closed, gesturing with a hand to proceed as she pleased. The red head let out an amused huff before leaning down and attaching her tongue to the head of the general's cock, the lingering flavor of sex still coated on the sweltering organ. She released a hum of approval as her tongue coiled and rolled over the tip, collecting as much of the mostly dried sexual essence from the flesh before lowering her head further onto the cock. Fiora watched in mild awe and disgust at the ease the assassin held in devouring the massive genitalia she could barely take in her lower lips.

"Aaahhh…Been a while since I had a good blowjob…" Darius breathed. He knew his words would likely set off some trigger within the Demacian, her instinct to superiority something she never could ignore or deny. It always was the case between them of whom would finish first, or who would be the most satisfied. Of course, she posed herself the victor of every outing, and with a single eye to her reaction watching Katarina enjoy herself, he could tell it wouldn't take very long before she'd feel the need to prove a non-existent point.

Of course, Katarina expected the same, her words having done more than enough after teasing the duelist against the furniture not five minutes ago. She whipped her hair to the right, letting the view of Darius' engorged cock disappear between her lips become openly visible to Fiora. A sight she shied her eyes from but glanced subtly every few seconds. She only went about halfway down his cock, more than capable of taking the whole of the shaft without care, but she was waiting for the bait to be taken.

"H-how revolting…Using your mouth to p-pleasure someone else…especially after their genitals have been active within someone," Fiora protested. She crossed her arms and glared at the red head, who in response began sucking and slurping the shaft louder. Fiora could see the flesh on Darius' dick sheen with saliva, more importantly his clear restraint to express his pleasure before her. It was made worse when she realized that the scene from her perspective looked enticing.

"No clue what you're talking about, I am just tasting some of you through him," she explained. "You taste great, by the way,"

The male released a sigh, looking back to the redhead who continued to stroke his shaft. "Don't chat too much. if you want to join, you're going to have to prove it," Darius spoke.

"But what feels better, Darius? Fucking her pussy or getting a tongue to your cock?"

"Still can't decide, but you're getting points," he hummed.

"Aren't you cheeky?"

"You're still sucking me off, though….nnngh…A-and it still feels good…" he answered. Katarina giggled as she resumed her motions of her tongue on his tip, not five seconds passing before she took his shaft into her cavity and began her slow bobs along the length.

Fiora tucked her lips in as she watched the repetitive movement from the redhead's mouth, seeing the general taking intense bliss from watching her envelope his shaft over and over again. She huffed, finally stepping to the bed and crawling over to the opposite side of the assassin before gripping the base of the cock and pulling it to her direction. Katarina raised a brow with a smirk as the tool was pulled from her lips, looking to the demacian with amusement.

"I thought it was revolting, baguette?" Katarina mocked.

"I told you to stop calling me that. And it is revolting. It's even more so with how poorly you are doing it," she lectured, brushing the assassin away from the generals lap. Katarina and Darius shared a glance as they observed the duelist diving in between the legs of the soldier. "Just because the act is crass and obscene means little to the purpose. I am the better lover to the general, and should such a task please him, I will outperform any rubbish attempting to sway his attention,"

The assassin couldn't help but chuckle. Who knew the bitch was possessive. She permitted the duelist to indulge with glee, resting her head on her elbow and watching her slowly stroke the males erection, Katarina's saliva allowing her strokes ease.

"I can't believe you'd take pleasure from such a vulgar act. I thought you a man of strength and determination," she scolded lowly. "And to accept some second rate to service your lust. It seems I have not acquainted you with finer things,"

Darius said nothing, merely looking to the duelist and awaiting her action. "I hope you realize something like this isn't going to be a habit or anything. I am merely proving a point and gracing that uncouth instinct you have with some true enjoyment," she continued. She looked down to his shaft, the girth and length as intimidating in such proximity as he is. Her hands were used to the slim and weightless hold of her rapier, but his tool was akin to a child's arm, with the hardness of a rock. Her dainty fingers had difficulty coiling around the shaft as she moved, but she held no visible intimidation as she moved her mouth to his head. She kept her eyes lidded as she peppered light kisses to the organ, before her tongue was involved in contact to the head. Fiora slowly inched himself down the general's lower head, her lips puckering lightly as her jaw expanded to fit the tool. Reaching half of his length, her muscles limit on expansion struck, and she was left there with a mild discomfort as Darius' cock proved to be a lot for her smaller mouth.

The duelist began lifting herself up and dropping her head back down in slow motions over the length of Darius' dick, her saliva secreting more and more as seconds passed to ease her motions. She set a rather slow pace upon his cock, finally peering up to see his expressiong blissful from the sensations. A swell of pride and satisfaction wormed into her, goading her to move faster and go deeper.

"Someone's getting into it…Don't leave me out of the fun," Katarina mused, urging the duelist off the head and returning it to her mouth. Fiora scoffed at the interruption of her work, glaring at the redhead who returned a cheeky huff towards her. Katarina kissed the tip once before gripping the shaft in hand and slowly stroking it. "Miss your lollipop, baguette? I don't mind sharing,"

"I told you to stop calling me that, " she scolded, before running a tongue up the length of the erection. Katarina followed suit on her opposite side, before the two began lapping away at the organ with their fingers sharing the base. Within seconds, the duelist returned her lips to the head, rolling her tongue over the tip while lightly sucking. Katarina peppered kisses to the side of the shaft, her tongue moving like a feather across the swollen tool.

Darius held the most satisfied smile in watching the two service his cock from his view. He sighed and groaned lowly at the bliss of their alternative movements, watching the assassin and duelist switch between sucking the head of his dick to licking and kissing the sides. His cock was covered in a thin sheen of saliva, reflecting the light of the room and replenished each second they worked. His resilience in moaning broke when he felt the duelist dive her head down over the entirety of his cock in one go, forcing the redhead back. reaction she wasn't truly prepared for. Her gag reflex kicked in after a couple of seconds, her throat coughing harshly on his organ as oxygen was pulled from the air desperately.

"Don't choke yourself there, baguette. I doubt the general here likes fucking slack jaws," Katarina teased, earning a sideways glance from the duelist. She could see the disdain in her glare, but merely giggled at the reaction.

"I hope with all your snark you are taking notes, Du Couteau," she said haughtily. Katarina leaned on her hand and looked back to her with a deadpanned gaze.

"I am taking notes on how slow you're going," she returned. Fiora raised an eyebrow. "By this point, I'd have him balls deep or popping his second load. Possibly both."

"And you lack the craft of pleasure and passion that comes with it, petite amie. It is no wonder you haven't a stable attraction,"

"Yep. Real shame I don't know how to suck dick like you do. Pitiful, really," Katarina said, sarcasm dripping in her tone. Fiora glared at the assassin, prepared to rip into her for making her seem naughty. It was then that the general finally responded to their presence.

"I didn't travel three days, get kicked in the face, and have myself blackmailed to hear you two bicker. If you're not going to do anything," he growled, before sitting up suddenly and shoving the redhead to her back. Like the duelist, the Hand of Noxus made quick work removing Katarina's trousers, the fabric ripping easily to his strength as her underwear was exposed. "I will."

Katarina huffed, disappointed her only pair of pants was ruined, but satisfied with the shift in pace from before. "About fucking time you decided to do something. I was getting bored trying to seduce your bitch," she returned, allowing the male to spread her legs open and align himself to her core. The general wasted no moments in fully impaling himself into the assassin, a jovial cry escaping her as she finally felt the tool she watched and wanted to be given to her.

"And I was getting bored of you pretending you didn't want to get fucked, Du Couteau," he growled. That raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips from being caught. The general made a few slow and long thrusts into her pussy, adjusting to the new feel of her core, before his waist began moving in steady rhythms between her legs. He took firm hold of her sides, keeping her body still while he moved back and forth. Hums and quiet moans spilled from her lips, before the chorus of bliss sang within the room atop the Demacian's bed. A chorus of bliss that said Demacian was watching with mild envy, shadowed by her disbelief.

Fiora once again was at a loss of words, watching her rendezvous not only neglect what was her superior attention but opting to resume fucking another woman. In her bed, nonetheless. She sat there, observing the actions before her as Darius' engorged organ repeatedly entered and exited the redhead's pussy hastily. The smaller woman let loose cries of glee, ringing louder than the soft pats of their bodies reconnecting. There was something hypnotic about the motion, the intense embrace of his thick rod stuffed gingerly within her that left her without reaction. She should be furious with him, but she couldn't take her eyes away from it. She couldn't take her gaze from what she was beholding.

"AAhhh! F-Fuck yeah! I love it when they have big cocks! Aahn!" Katarina moaned shamelessly, without care to whether the duelist saw her most risqué and vulgar side or if the whole building knew of their sex. It satisfied the burn in her loins she had to tolerate, and it felt fucking fantastic.

"NNngh-Sounds like you needed this more than you wanted it," Darius stated. As durable as he was, he was having a hard time thrusting with the assassin's near virgin-like tightness on his dick. Each thrust was labored, grunts of effort sign and proof. "Gripping me fucking tight,"

Katarina laughed between moans at the comment. "Now I know…Mmmm…You've been fucking Demacians," she replied. "Forgot what actual fucking was like…!" the redhead looked over to the duelist, who remained silent even through her jabs at her. "S-speaking…nnngh…of 'fucking demacians',"

Fiora realized she was suddenly the subject and perked up, her eyes rising from the view of Darius' cock disappearing and reappearing from Katarina's folds. Her face flushed red, before she turned away from their gazes. "I-I told you two I am not going to be a bystander in my own chambers to your lust," she reprimanded. It was then that the general removed his grip from Katarina's left side and took the duelist by the wrist, pulling her closer to his body.

"Who the fuck said you weren't part of this?" he asked lowly, before grabbing her jaw and tugging her into a tongue-lashing kiss. For a second, she tried to resist, but there was always something about the general's forceful and strong lips that kept her stilled. In public and to her nobility, she was stoic and steadfast in her superiority, but the general made her docile. Darius was one of the few people who she'd allow to quell her title for a moment. The taboo was too enticing, the sensation too stimulating. He knew her buttons, and he didn't show mercy in abusing them.

The redhead watched as the two made out, Darius having no hinderance to keep fuckign her. It no doubt felt fantastic to have someone as generously equipped as the Hand of Noxus pleasuring her, but she wanted to enjoy the duelist as well. Katarina bit down on her lip seeing their tongues twirl between their mouths, before she caught eye of the exposed ass Fiora had. She took her chance with her defenses down and snuck her hand behind the bent over Demacian, her fingers snaking over the supple skin before diving into the still moist lower lips. The reaction was immediate, as the cry of surprise came out muffled. The duelist wanted to admonish the redhead for stealing a feel into her body, but was held still from Darius. She was at the whim of their control, Katarina pulling her rear closer to her upper body and fully invading her snatch with two slender digits.

"Something tells me you…mmmph…wanna be part of this anyway, baguette. This pussy is dripping," Katarina called. Fiora moaned as Katarina's digits began digging stronger and faster into her pussy, her body shuddering at the sensation that overwhelmed her with each pump.

Darius finally broke away from the kiss, leaving the noblewoman to pant and whine from the influx of stimuli. "Of course, you do. I know more than anyone how much of a slut you can be, Fiora," he growled. "I know how badly you've wanted to feel my cock stabbing that hot cunt of yours until the morning comes. You've been begging for it since I came in,"

"N-no…I-I'm not…" she whimpered lightly.

"You're right. You're not getting it. Not yet, at least," Darius declared, shoving the duelist away from the proximity. Fiora's eyes gleaned, stunned from the sudden announcement. "At least, not from me just yet."

"W-what?" she asked, her tone filled with need as she completely forgot about her standing against the redhead still being fucked.

"You heard me. We've been doing this song and dance your way for a while, but we don't really have that luxury anymore. You've enjoyed the control switch for a while, Fiora, but tonight? Tonight, you will learn of how Noxian's fuck," he concluded, halting his thrusts into the assassin as she removed herself from his shaft. The Demacian was so stunned by his dead serious tone that she didn't notice the Sinister Blade sit up and shove her onto her back.

"And we'll start with you watching me finally eat this pussy out," Katarina added as she held the woman's legs apart and bent low, her face coming within centimeters of her trimmed patch of nether hairs and moist lower lips.

"You're going to what?!" she called. "I beg your pardON ME!?" her voice rose an octave as she spoke, her body flinching at the sudden stimuli of the assassin's tongue suddenly assaulting her clitoris while the same digit that prodded her entry before returned to her pussy.

"I didn't say you could leave, Katarina," Darius growled as he turned himself to rest behind the redhead. Katarina didn't get any warning of restraint when he plummeted back into her core, resuming the pace he had for fucking her.

Fiora hissed as she felt the redhead's tongue lash and coil wildly within her core, her head thrown back in bliss from receiving the tongue worship by the assassin. She sat there and watched as the general continued to thrust his hips behind Katarina, his length appearing and disappearing quickly to leave a lewd sound of skin upon skin and fluid splashing softly between. There was too many things stimulating her now, her tongue rolled over the taste of the Noxians on her bed as it lingered on her lips, the sound of fervent rutting like canine mating, the smell of sex that stuck to her nostrils in a mixture of sweat and arousal.

She was never one to find attraction in another woman's pleasure, but the sight of Darius abusing the assassin's backside with his hips, let alone the idea of the savage assault he presented to Katarina's insides, was driving her mad. It sounded as brutal as it appeared, with each moan that rumbled from her mouth, muffled by her attention to Fiora's pussy, mixed with a grunt or hiss. They weren't having mere fun, much less making love as Fiora feared from seeing him so eager to have sex with the redhead. Darius was actually fucking Katarina as he wanted. He was putting his strength and weight into each thrust and it felt amazing. Katarina accepted the onslaught with glee as she was merely getting fucked, meeting her oppressor half way. It made sense since she was probably tormented seeing the Duelist restrain such unabashed pleasure from them both. A pleasure she now understood wholeheartedly how desperately she needed as well. Maybe her truest desire was to break every taboo she knew of, to throw away the title, the standing, the purpose, the years of a chin above others for one moment to be underneath the waters, to succumb to the primal urge of being a woman instead of a noblewoman.

Katarina was surprised to feel Fiora's hands on her shoulders pushing her from her cunt. Her surprise was multiplied when the lust driven expression she held when they met gazes grew closer to her face until Fiora's tongue mashed fervently with her own. The Duelist slid below the redhead, keeping their lips and tongues dancing betwixt their breaths. She hummed in approval, matching the sudden compliance the duelist was giving with their lips, and grabbing a good amount of her generous bust into her hand. Katarina pulled away from her lips with a smile, her body still rocking from the effects of Darius' hips into her rear.

"Finally….nnnngh-came along?" she moaned, lowering herself to her chest and capturing the free breast from the Demacian in her mouth.

"S-shut up…" Fiora ordered simply, neither denying or complying to her ego. She grabbed over the redhead's palm on her teat with her own, her free hand sliding back down to finger herself. Even with the general's avid indulgence to her lust, she had never been this soaked.

"MMmm…Good. I doubt I'd hold back after Kat," Darius grunted before gripping the duelist's legs from around the assassin and pulling her further under Katarina, leveling their lower bodies to one another before removing himself from the redhead and impaling Fiora once again. Fiora moaned out at the sudden invasion, her voice slurred with cries until the Noxian assassin returned her tongue to her mouth. Their heads tilted, their tongues violently lashing against one another, their bodies jerking forward with the ramming from below. Fiora's fingers vacated from her pussy to allow Darius the much-needed space, moving immediately to the honeypot of the assassin.

Darius was loving the sight before him. The sexiest fighter from Demacia ruthlessly tongue lashing against the Du Couteau assassin under his cock. There wasn't a moment in time where he could recall such euphoria in plowing their respective cores. He freely fucked the two in their position, switching between their pussies every dozen or so seconds and relishing the feel of each. Katarina was eager and dangerous, the vice grip she kept on his cock upon entry was nothing short of a plea to stay. Her walls were constricting, keeping him from fully escaping until he forced her ass away from his waist. Fiora was so slick and hot with arousal that reentry and movement was like breathing. He could feel the drops of arousal pool on his balls and shaft, the sheen of fluid glistening every time he caught sight of his work. With one hand on Katarina's ass and another keeping Fiora's leg up, he let his lower body do the work whenever he wasn't switching between them, then refocused himself to aim into the vacant honeypot below or above.

Minutes of their collective moans, grunts and hisses ended when Darius removed himself from Katarina's core once again and began jerking himself furiously over her backside, a deep growl escaping his throat before ropes of seed shot forth to cover her back and ass. The assassin giggled and cooed sultrily as the white spunk painted her ass and lower back with streaks of white. She peered back to see his work, marveling at the copious amount to release from him. Soon the shots became goblets that dripped down to Fiora's pussy, the cooling of it sending a shiver up her spine.

"That's a lot of cum, Darius. How haven't you knocked up the baguette yet?" Katarina asked between pants.

Fiora looked over the assassin's body to see the canvas of white and skin, surprised by the amount as well. "Be…grateful he didn't impregnate you, Katarina…No amount of prevention…could restrain all of that…" Fiora added, her fingers picking into the pool at the curve of her back and pulling away a wad of the seed. The thickness and viscosity that stuck to her digits stunned her, instincts taking place before she pulled the coated fingers to her lips and savored the seed on her tongue.

Katarina looked back to the duelist with a smirk. "You're telling me? I remember a certain baguette saying she couldn't get pregnant just yet." She stated before she coiled her fingers into Fiora's. "Maybe we can change that~"

Fiora widened her eyes at the statement, watching the assassin throw her leg from over her body and hold her arms down by the hands above her head. Fiora looked to see a shit-eating grin on Darius' face, and a more impressive cock at his waste unfazed by the expensive amount of climax he just released.

"W-what…?! No! that's too much for me!" she pleaded, her strength in resisting low since she came multiple times in the collection of their recent activity. Her words fell on deaf ears as the general returned his erection into her pussy with glee, Fiora letting out another moan as her back arched from the invasion. Katarina raised the duelist up, sitting behind her and watching over her shoulder to see her view of the bulging from Darius' cock pumping into her.

"Ooooh…I didn't know he was big enough to bulge…" she purred into her ears, sending a lick to the duelist's earlobe before nibbling on the muscle. "You can see it like it's trying to break out from inside you…"

"S-stop it…! I c-can't…aahhh!" Fiora cried out. Her mouth was suddenly occupied by the right digits of the assassin as she was held from behind to keep still. Her left hand trailed down over her navel to where she could feel the head of his cock pumping harshly into her, before going lower and using her two middle fingers to tease her clitoris. Now she was completely trapped, the redhead violating her sensitive bud and the general mashing her insides into pulp. She soon felt Katarina's grip on her breast loosen before the hand raised up to her mouth, two fingers slipping between her lips as heady pants escaped her. Her tongue coiled around the digits, the lingering taste of her own honeypot a bittersweet reminder of her fall to debauchery. She made weak struggles to break from their grip, all in vain as the general held onto her waist and left leg while Katarina kept her upper body in place.

"A-aah shit…you're a lot tighter now, Fiora…maybe you wanted to be filled the whole time?" Darius called to her, noticing the lewd and longing expression within her eyes as she stared back at him. "I know I have been….nnngh-waiting a while to pump you full. Get ready for the first load of the night,"

It was then that the Demacian whined outward, the climax ruining her chance to resist the incoming sensations. It took no more than a few seconds before the general delve his head as far into her core as possible before groaning out, releasing hot pleasure in yet another thick batch of seed. Her body arched as the sear of the hot liquid scorched her insides, her cry muffled suddenly as the redhead turned her head to her and stuffed her tongue down Fiora's throat. The throb that rumbled from below and within was like a hard beat of a drum, her muscles contracting as if sucking the essence greedily from his organ.

Seconds passed as the panting and moans petered out, before the general finally exited her pussy. His shaft coated in white, a line following his head from her core before a goblet of the fresh batter broke from the inside to fall and pool between her legs on the sheets. Fiora's legs finally fell limp onto the mattress, her eyes glued to the now empty and twitching lower lips.

"Now that the baguettes out the way, we can finish where we were at," Katarina purred, glaring hotly at the cum coated dick before her. She licked her lips and moved the duelist away, grabbing the shaft by the base and immediately stuffing the tool in her mouth. The taste of salty, bitter satisfaction turned her on even more, as she looked up to the general while bobbing her head back and forth.

"Don't expect any mercy, Du Couteau," Darius smirked, grabbing her head and guiding her deeper onto his shaft. The sucking turned to slurps and gurgles, soft moans muffled through the messy blowjob. He began bucking into her mouth, reaching back with his free hand to grasp her toned ass and deliver a loud smack. "Then again, I doubt you'd ask for it,"

Katarina giggled sultrily as she pulled away from his dick, licking her lips once again and stroking his cock. "You'd be without a dick if you tried to," she returned, before turning around and presenting her ass to him once again. The general took the invitation eagerly, pressing the redhead to her chest and keeping the round bottom up. With one hand he guided his cock back to her waiting cunt, impaling her and resuming the fractioned pace of railing her into the bed.

"Fuck yeah…" he breathed as he quickened, restraint all but existent to his motions as the previous quiet pats turned back into an orchestra of skin against skin. Fiora, having recovered partly from her own coital assault, was left once again observing the male as he ravished the assassin. Unlike before, she was hot and bothered, her fingers now finding action in rolling over her clit. She saw the strain he held in putting his body into each thrust, and how the redhead met his effort with her own in throwing her body back. Fiora bit down on her lip as the display reignited the desire to have sex with him.

No, she didn't want to have sex anymore. She wanted to fuck.

"Nnnggh…Come here," Darius growled, gripping the small waist of the Sinister Blade and lifting her with ease. In a smooth turn, the general positioned himself underneath the assassin with her seated atop his lap, his cock now impaling her from below and digging deeper into her pussy. Katarina continued to whine and swear to the fervent pace of sex, now bouncing up on the erection within her. Her right hand brushed back a messy batch of her hair, turning to face the Hand of Noxus over her shoulder.

"You…mmm…You just wanted a fucking show…aahh…Didn't you?" Katarina called.

"I wanted to punch that back wall of your pussy," Darius answered simply. Katarina threw he head back, another series of cries escaping her lips.

"You're hitting the f-fucking mark then…! Aaahnn!" she added. She hadn't noticed the absence of the duelist until another pair of hands roamed her body, one slipping low to her still full pussy as she bounced, another tucked behind her neck. She saw the Demacian noblewoman close the gap between their tongues voluntarily once again, their clash of lips and saliva resuming while she fondled and tweaked her breast and nipple whilst Katarina's love bud was tended to.

"You're a real fucking slut…riding someone else's property in front of them," Fiora scolded, breaking the tangle of their lips to catch air and speak every few words. "Watching them have sex and even cleaning their aftermath from a cock…"

"Didn't know you changed from a baguette to a kettle. Name's pot, by the way," Katarina chuckled. Fiora wanted to comment again on being called a name for bread because of her natural tonality but decided there was no point in arguing with someone like Katarina during a threesome. "Didn't think he was your property, either."

Fiora grabbed the assassin's jaw, glaring lust-drunk daggers into her emerald eyes. "His seed is in me now, he belongs to me," she growled, looking to the general in question with a glance. "You are mine now, Darius."

Darius wanted so badly to laugh at the sudden change of tone from the Demacian, but merely felt the need to be cheeky. "…Does that mean we can do anal?" he said, a joking meekness in his words. Fiora paused at the mention, looking back at the redhead.

"Bien, only if you start with her. I need to return the favor for having a snack in my chambers," she finished, sliding off the assassin who looked anxious to climax. "For now, I want to hear you fucking scream and cum,"

"Gladly…!Aaaahhh!" Katarina answered, throwing her head back and feeling the release she's been looking for all night run through her. What surprised the duelist was not the apparent severity of the orgasm, but the fluid that shot out from her core that stained her sheets. Darius pulled out from her pussy, his third climax welling in his balls. Fiora took the chance and grabbed the throbbing erection, directing the head to her mouth and leaving her tongue on the tip. She jerked strongly on the tool, urging out the orgasm that shot into her cavity. Without shame, the noblewoman gulped the ropes of cum as it filled her mouth, keeping the last spurts on her tongue. She sat up to meet the redhead's level, locking her lips with her while the seed still pooled on her tongue and poured it into her mouth. Small drops breaking the corners of their lips before their tongues once again swirled over each other.

Fiora pulled her mouth away, pushing the Noxian woman to lay on her left side and grabbing her right leg. "Bon appetit~" she cooed before lowering her tongue down and capturing the love bud from Katarina on her tongue. The assassin growled and hissed as pleasure swam forth from being devoured, all the while never breaking gaze with the duelist. What surprised her more was not the willingness to eat her pussy, but the apparent skill she kept in doing so, motions and spots never experienced coming forth suddenly. Within seconds her eager expression turned to shock, before her eyes cycled through glazing over in lengthy bliss before widening in quick euphoria.

"H-holy fucking shit…Mmmm-how the fuck are you this good…?" she moaned, biting and tucking her lips as her toes curled and her muscles seized. Katarina received no answer, instead watching as the Demacian took two finger and coated her saliva and some of Katarina's arousal on the digits, before snaking them between her ass cheeks and digging into her pucker. That spurned a whole new euphoria, having never experienced her cunt being eaten and her ass being teased. "O-Oooh…Fuck!"

Fiora giggled seductively at the reaction, pumping and splitting her fingers to expand the rectum of the assassin while her lips and tongue continued their work. Her eyes sent affirmation over to the Hand of Noxus, who in turn took his half erect organ and laid behind the redhead with his head prepared to take her finger's place. The exchange was quick and smooth, her fingers having vacated the forbidden fruit to which his cock plundered instantly.

Katarina had just came, her suffering of sexual thirst and observing the duelist drown in debauchery finally sated, only for the waves to well back to overflow within her. She began swearing and pleading, her ass being stuffed full while her pussy was dined upon with skill unbeknownst to her previously. Her left hand dug into Fiora's hair, pulling her deeper between her legs and allowing her tongue the deepest reach it could go, while her right reached behind her over her shoulder, clawing into the general's shoulder as he gripped her sides and pistoned into her behind.

"Grrr…Your ass is tighter than your cunt, Du Couteau," Darius growled as he bit onto her shoulder to bear with the strain. He had a hard time not brutally pumping into her ass from his spot without ripping her in two, but the stimulation was too much. He wasn't at his full strength either, having coated her back and ass, Fiora's inner walls and then Fiora's mouth. He was just as sensitive to the delirium as she was, if not more. Still he soldiered on as his title dictated, his waist tired from repeated motion and his cock on cloud nine within the tight asshole of the Sinister Blade.

That exhaustion, within minutes of starting, proved itself stronger than he expected, his scrotum prepared once again to burst. "S-shit…! I'm gonna cum!" he roared. With a tight grip on her small waist, the Hand of Noxus sheathed himself as far as possible into her ass, bucking forward as his cock shot more seed into the vice grip of her ass. He grit his teeth, the shots that spilling into her thinner than the first orgasm he had, but he was saving up his libido for a while now, expecting to stain the sheets and skin of the duelist with every drop of cum.

At least he didn't have to worry about staining outside places anymore.

The assassin's eyes rolled up, her breathing so labored it concerned her if she was going to take another gulp of air. Once again, a surplus of fluid ejected from her pussy, this time into the awaiting maw of the Demacian noblewoman whom literally gulped every drop down like water in the Shuriman desert. Seconds passed before her legs finally loosened from around Fiora's head, the Duelist sitting up and rubbing her mouth of the silvery contents that came with the orgasm, a pleased smirk stretched on her features.

"And that, ma fille, is how you actually perform cunnilingus," she said triumphantly. She watched as the general pulled away with difficulty from the ass of the Sinister Blade, his cock mostly clean of fluid since her inner flesh scraped the majority of his cum upon exit. That same fluid dripped from her asshole in goblets, falling over the smooth curve of her ass. "…And the true definition of a pain in the ass," she giggled at her own small joke, the general groaning lowly.

"I want a return receipt for that awful joke," he deadpanned.

"D-ditto…" Katarina groaned weakly, raising her hand up in agreement. The duelist giggled again as she crawled over the redhead and straddled the soldier's waist, leaning forward and resting her elbows beside his head.

"Don't go to sleep on me now, I need to feel that cock again," she urged, planting a passionate but quick kiss to his lips. The general chortled amusedly, resting his hands to the woman's sides.

"Who said I was done? I got express consent to literally fuck your ass, and you've been swaying it to taunt me since we've met," he rumbled, keeping gaze against the duelist. She looked behind her for a moment, her heart beating a little faster in realizing the use of her bum may cause sitting down to be an issue in the future. However, the assassin made it clear as blue skied daylight how heavenly the sensation was, and in all manner of the phrase, the duelist still wanted to be fucked.

The Demacian threw a teasing smirk at him, cooing as she slid her lower have over his, her lower lips grazing his shaft. "My big puppy wants his treat…but he hasn't been a good boy, a-t-il?" she purred. "Having humped another vixen in my bed. Sounds like you need a refresher on who the master is here~"

Darius cocked an eyebrow. "Puppy? Master? Woman, don't make me bend you over," he warned playfully. Fiora pouted at his response, fully expecting his defiance and enjoying the tease. She sat up atop his body, her slow grinds continuing.

"Oh? Now the mutt snarls? Don't make me get the spray bottle," she returned with a giggle. The general went for her waist, but she quickly lowered her hand to his head in a strong grip, forcing a pause from him. "That's better, puppy. Be a good boy and I'll give you a treat."

The Hand of Noxus wasn't a fan of submissiveness, and less of being deigned an immature canine. He wanted to throw the woman over to her stomach and rail her ass until she whimpered and whined, but the sensitivity he had on his cock was like a stop button to his nerves. His teeth clenched, the smirk he had before felled as he was left to the whim of the duelist atop his body.

Neither was paying attention to Katarina, who held her tongue and her laughter as she watched from the side their banter. This is hilariously cute… she thought quietly. Gonna laugh my ass off seeing him pound her into the floor.

The duelist kept her hand to his head, gently rubbing over the tip as it throbbed between her fingers. Her hips continued to slide over him as well, her arousal lubricating the tool as it spilled from her. She knew she was going to need as much lubrication to prepare for such a monster, and she wasn't about to randomly ask one of the servants to the estate for some substitute. That would never leave her, and she still had to keep face outside the night.

"Such a disobedient puppy, you are. I should have neutered you earlier. Now what are you going to do about filling me with that white, hot juice?" she purred. "And now you want to fill my bum? Such deviancy. However, I heard pets behave better when there is a treat on the end of training,"

"I'm going to enjoy training you to beg for my dick," Darius growled. Fiora giggled again, leaning forward and planting a kiss onto his nose as her hand holding his cock slipped it behind her, her ass cheeks sandwiching the tool.

"Naughty, naughty. Growling at your master. What should I do about that?" she whispered. Darius' eyes peered behind her noticing the mess of red hair standing firm. His clenched teeth turned into a smile, surprising the duelist, who had his cock still between her rear valley.

"Nothing. She's got you covered," he hinted.

"She?" Fiora asked. For the split second she genuinely forgot about the assassin she was previously devouring, until a firm hand placed on her back and kept her down against Darius' chest. "W-what? Wait-"

"Naughty, naughty. Treating the big guy like a dog," Katarina mused, sticking two digits into her mouth and coating her fingers in saliva. "went you're a bigger bitch in heat than he is." With that, the Sinister Blade dug her lubricated digits into the Demacian's pucker, the tips sliding in easily. Fiora seized up, the foreign intrusion locking her muscles and betraying the invasion. The assassin was having none of it, as her slender fingers dug deeper into her pucker with ease, a mewl escaping her voice box. The assassin made a few dozen seconds of pumping before her fingers found ease in motion, the muscles around her pucker relaxing suddenly.

"Well…that was a fast change of tune," she hummed. She pulled her digits from the forbidden fruit, delivering a quick strike of the palm to her ass right next to Darius' grip. "I didn't even need to use my tongue to get you relaxed."

"Really now? You were pretty excited to hear my question," Darius teased.

"I-I'm merely bracing for inevitability," Fiora answered. Katarina scoffed.

"Sounds like someone is either experienced…or excited," she deduced.

"Let's confirm both, then." Darius affirmed, raising the duelist up, who whined as her backdoor had a knock from his head. True to the Sinister Blade's words, the head slipped in without resistance, the general taken aback by the lack of reaction save a long sigh from the Demacian.

"T-there…S-satisfied…? I d-did what you w-wanted…" Fiora said in broken words. Katarina whistled.

"…or maybe she was just that good. Can't tell you how bad the first time with a toy was like, let alone an actual dick," she mused. "Definitely got me beat from before. Darius is a monster."

The duelist released a triumphant huff. "T-this is nothing…I have been s-stabbed and cut f-far worse than this. You won't b-beat me that easily," she said shakily.

"Really? Let's get the rest in there then!" Katarina chimed. Fiora's eyes bulged at the statement, looking down to see more than half of the general's tool still outside her. "Darius?"

"With pleasure." He finished, before raising his hips up into the stilled Duelist. She whimpered slightly, her body attempting to move against his entry only to be stopped with Katarina holding her down by the shoulders. It took only a few seconds before the male Noxian could fully invade her backside, having been forced to a slow motion due to the unfathomable tightness. He began lifting and lowering his waist into her, getting accustom to the newest means of satisfaction.

"Oh s-shit…it's like she's trying to cut my dick off…!" he grunted. Fiora had to bite her lip hard, threatening to break skin and bleed to bear the stimuli of pain and pleasure. She had only heard of such a sexual act from conversations with others, specifically her more adventurous subordinates and a few noblewomen below her. She never considered the idea a possibility, let alone an option until the general posed the suggestion months prior only to be shot down harshly. Now she was stuck with a object similar in thickness and density to a brick inching slowly in and out her asshole, her honeypot quivering and dripping atop the general's body from lack of activity but her entire world burning hot white in a blender of euphoria and torture. Her moans were scarce, grunts and groans alone with hitched breaths passing her lips. Her eyes rolled up in her skull, the need for more welling faster with the pain falling further away from her.

Katarina watched as the duelist not only take the Hand of Noxus to the base in her ass, but begin deliberately riding him as they increased the pace. The assassin moved her lips to her ears, her tone low enough to be a breath of air. "Who knew someone like you was so kinky. Taking it like a fucking champ," she whistled. The assassin wrapped her arms once again round her body, grabbing a full hand of her breast and slipping her middle digits over her love bud and into her folds. The moans escaped her throat immediately, and the Sinister Blade couldn't be more excited to hear them. "That's right…you're getting fucked in the ass by a hard cock and having that sweet pussy finger pumped, and loving every second aren't you?"

"O-Oh mon Dieu…f-fuck…yes, yes…!" she mewled, her hair covering one eye while the other continued to flutter with the iris facing the ceiling. The sound of the assassin's husky voice in her ear while everything was happening was making her melt, her body grinding and bouncing faster.

"That's it…Keep bouncing on it…You love your man, don't you?" Katarina cooed, releasing her hold on Fiora's teat. The duelist nodded enthusiastically as Katarina turned her head to face her. Their lips locked again as her fingers pumped fast to match the steady speed she was now bouncing on Darius. It was a short tangle of tongue, one that left a thin line between each breath. "I know you do. That's why I'm going to train you into the proper slut for him." Her voice got darker, her gaze of emerald overflowing with lust as it met the glazed baby blues of the duelist. "I wanna hear how these fun bags wrapped around his cock and got a white necklace as a reward. I wanna hear about you deep throating that cock until he paints your stomach white. I wanna hear how you bent over a table with those sexy legs spread wide while he put a baby in you. And I wanna hear you say it."

The general in question threw his own head back in bliss as he was rode like a horse. He stopped thrusting up into the Demacian, letting her do the work as she apparently desired. His hands remained to her waist above the curve of her hips, digits digging into the taut rear to keep himself from blowing his load too soon. He had no clue what the redhead was whispering in her ear, but it was working like magic to her willingness in motion. His attempts to refrain climaxing too soon was in vain, as his body disobeyed his will and forced his next orgasm out from him.

"God…Dammit!" he roared as he held the duelist down, his cock spasming within her rectum and releasing hot bliss inside her. The duelist fared no better, shuddering as the sear of his jizz spiked her to go over the edge once more. The thin consistency making the majority of his load seep through the openings between the entrance and his genital plug. The removal of said organ slipped from the hole and fell, finally limp and weakened from prolonged and excessive release.

Fiora, panted and whined pathetically, falling against the redhead who was quick to keep her from crashing to the floor. "Whoa now, girl. I know we just fucked but I like a dinner and a movie before you get too close," Katarina stated. The duelist glared with her one visible eye at the joke, before using a strong breath to blow the strand of sweat covered hair from her eye. "See? He told you you'd come around to having me in a threesome."

"I FUCKING hate you…" Fiora deadpanned, not removing her glare from the assassin. Katarina shrugged.

"That's not denying it," she answered simply, earning and annoyed huff from the Demacian. "I will warn you, walking and sitting won't be the same for a few days. And good luck on that carriage ride back to the capital."

"Hate…you…" Fiora repeated, groaning in pain as she slowly sat back up and understood what the redhead implied with painful seating. "Ooowww…."

"Told you," Katarina said. The two looked to the tired and limp general, his eyes closed as his energy completely depleted from the last orgasm. The two could tell he was still conscious because of his hand moving to sit himself up. Fiora and Darius met gazes for a moment, before breaking into weak chuckles.

"For once, Fiora, I can say you look like shit," Darius mused.

"Considering I just got finished getting hard fucked in my behind and womanhood, je peux être d'accord," she answered.

"What's that one mean?" he asked with a raised brow.

"I can agree. On the contrary, general, hell didn't just run through you, it drowned you in a tsunami," she joked with a weak laugh. He chuckled at the mention. "Claw marks in your shoulder, sweat all on your face, and I can smell your travel."

"not looking forward to travelling back again," he added. "But I have to admit this was worth the trip."

"And it's all cause of Katarina Du Couteau!" Katarina added suddenly, throwing her arms to the air childishly. "You can pay me for my services later."

Fiora looked to the assassin, raising a brow to her. "And our agreement?" she asked.

"I get a check and go blind. Either that or say I did kill some random nobleman," she answered. Fiora and Darius nodded in confirmation, before the duelist rolled off the male and the redhead. The pain in her legs and ass spiked quickly, but she ignored it as she crawled off the bed. She looked down to see numerous bodily fluids sticking to the sheets, and sighed at the excuse she'd have to make to explain the whole thing.

"…I'm taking my bath now…" Fiora stated simply as she wobbled to the bathroom door once more. She would have to rerun the water, but it was so tempting she could care less about the wait.

"Oh! I will join you!" Katarina called suddenly. Fiora looked to the assassin with a dry expression. "Come on. I have to figure out how I'm getting back to my hideout anyway without being noticed by the several dozen butlers and maids in this place. That and I could use a good scrub."

Fiora rolled her eyes and continued into the room. Before she could pass the threshold, she was caught in the embrace of the redhead once more, the assassin putting her mouth to her ear.

"And I can help clean that sweet pussy out with Darius." She offered. Fiora looked at her like she was alien, before peering to the general and seeing him sat up from his spot. As sore as she felt, and knew he was, the tantalizing idea of being orally cleaned by both of them reignited some of her desire, her lips caught in her teeth again.

"There is room for four people…or two women and a male." She stated quietly. Fiora glanced to the redhead, who in turned looked to Darius and back to her once again. They shared a rather sinister smile. "I supposed you don't think I'd let you sleep in my bed with all that sweat and smell on you, general."

Her call to the Hand of Noxus garnered his attention, the two women now standing at the frame of the bathroom pressed against each other. Their breasts squished into one another's body as their gazes locked with his. He deadpanned.

"…You've got to be fucking kidding me," he said dryly.

"To be fair, you haven't decided on whose better in the first place," Katarina said matter-of-factly. "Or maybe the puppy is tired of playing?"

There was a quiet pause from the general, who stared at the Sinister Blade as if she just called him a coward. His brow raised as there was no other response. "You wanna run that by me one more time?"

"Aww, my puppy is so worn out from playing! And here I was with a nice treat for doing a little more. Quel dommage." Fiora added, turning her body to show her generous rear once again. Darius' eyes flicked between the two, before he stood up quickly and began storming to the bathroom. The two were so taken aback by the sudden burst of energy and movement that they scampered into the bathroom giggling.

I'm not getting any sleep tonight, am I…

Four months later…

Katarina easily skipped to the next building rooftop, her leaps quieted by the busy pathways below. The moon hung overhead with clouds just barely coating the stars. It was a lot cooler than the months prior, her leather jacket buttoned up to keep the brisk wind chill from her movement from freezing her breasts off. She stopped her motions when she found the familiar building from that time, a smile playing on her face as the carriage for the noble house parked to the right of the entrance, the coachman chatting with another maid not far from it.

The assassin made quick motion to the rooftops, paying attention to where her entrance would be. When she climbed the walls up to the main skylight, she saw the massive bed chambers of her target. To her pleasure, the designated target was both within the room and unaware of her presence.

Too easy. She internally scoffed. She slipped open the skylight lock away from the vision range of the person currently peering out the windows of the room. Her drop was quick, the only sound even with her boots reaching carpet being the sound of wind cutting. The assassin smirked as she pulled out a dagger from her side, twirling it between her fingers before leaving it in back hand. She crept slowly to the white robed feminine figure at the window, facing away from her.

"You need to close that jacket more. It stops the air resistance from making a sound," the woman called, her condescending tone echoing in the room. Katarina stopped, before her smirk spread wider.

"Fool you once, shame on you," Katarina called as she sheathed her blade back into her holster. Fiora spun on her heel, her gaze meeting the assassin once again.

"Vraie, but you should know by now, Du Couteau. There is no second chance to fool me," she returned. Katarina hugged as she unzipped her jacket.

"You spoke to the big guy?" she asked, stepping next to the duelist and leaning against the dresser Fiora's rapier was rested upon. Fiora looked to her with a raised brow.

"Now I know you're losing that skill of perception," she stated dryly. Katarina was offended for a second before she heard the door to the bathroom open, the Hand of Noxus stepping out the steaming room with a towel on his waist and one in his hair. The duelist saw the one on his waist having her initial on it. She scowled. "That is my towel guarding your genitals, general."

"It's got something in common with you then," he stated nonchalantly. "You both are attached to my dick." Fiora rolled her eyes, realizing she'd require the drapery to be washed. It was true that they had shared intimacy numerous times, their most recent being the night prior, but the Duelist was one who enjoyed her things. Her wine, her clothing, her towel and washing utensils, her lover. She never shared unless necessary, and she never let them get mixed.

"Before we get to the banter, what's the deal with chatting with the higher ups? Been hearing Swain rant about his general actually suggesting some shared routes." Katarina asked, omitting the strategic conversation the high command made about using the route to easily siphon information.

"The king wishes to agree to the terms, but of course everyone is skeptical. The other houses are half and half about sharing 'justly grounds' with 'sinister Noxian scum'."

"At least I know I am loved," Darius mumbled with sarcasm. "We're moving in the right direction however. The trade route that opened has a few of my men guarding conversing with civilian merchants. They know not to fuck anything up or get beheaded."

At that Katarina smirked. "Well when I was on the route, I saw a few of your guys having a rather nice and pleasant conversation with some of the ladies," Katarina spoke. Both Fiora and Darius looked to each other, a smile ghosting their features.

"It is working then, Darius. Soon the masses will see some benefit to interaction," Fiora sighed.

"We still won't heal the wounds of time, but we can look to a much more pleasant outcome," he returned.

"Whoop dee doo, Noxians are still fucking Demacians and vice versa. Can we get to the good part?" Katarina said impatiently.

"Sounds like Luxanna Crownguard visited the Du Couteau estate again," Fiora mused. Katarina scoffed.

"More like never left. Talon has her openly walking my house, literally banging her against any of the walls and or surfaces," she fumed. "I already hate that girls laugh and bullshit personality. Now I have to deal with her moaning and screaming his name. Ugh, I'm surprised I haven't seen her knocked up yet."

Suddenly the room got silent, the redhead seeing the darkness fill their features. She cocked an eyebrow to the expressions between the two. "…Okay. What else?"

Darius and Fiora looked to each other, not saying a word before the duelist sighed. "That night you discovered us…was successful," she explained. "I discovered through mage craft my insemination by the general, the soul forming slowly within me being what was our offspring."

"Wait, so you're pregnant? That's…" Katarina was going to continue but realized the words later than she should have. "Was…was pregnant." She affirmed. The duelist nodded.

"I have had the budding soul magically cut before it could continue its development. It is a blessing and a curse my first child never had a name…" Fiora said quietly. Katarina could hear the hurt in her tone and looked to the general.

"It was too early to consider offspring, so we tip toed around it and merely found solace in our enjoyment," Darius explained. "Had she been discovered, it'd be worse than you explaining to Swain our relationship in that Demacia would act rashly instead of Noxus. We had to cut the bud from the ground."

"And now?" Katarina asked, genuinely curious of their position with everything said and done.

"It'd be easier since we have had exchanges in public that make it seem possible but…" Fiora shrugged.

"We need a scapegoat to justify it. Someone to open the door and take a hit before we do." Darius explained. "We could use the Crownguard and say it was rebellious nature, but then it'd look horrible for the Du Couteau, who's only male seduced her."

Katarina crossed her arms, understanding where they were coming from with it all. It was then that her eyes lit up, looking out the window as a familiar face came to thought.

"The price is another million, and another three months of sex," Katarina offered. The two looked to her perplexed, a sudden declaration after their explaining lost to them. "You need a scapegoat? Fine. That dorky elder brother seemed cute anyway. But before I do anything, I want another million."

"What are you talking about?" Darius asked.

"Get a clue. I am talking about hitching with that jarhead Garen to start things off," she explained. "If me and him are together, people see nothing wrong with you two. You two have a kid, or at least admit to fucking, and boom, free reign. It's not like I give a shit if people look at me funny. I'm willing and able to gut someone who talks down to me."

There was a long pause as the two digested the impromptu plan, before the duelist began giggling. Her fits of giggles turned into full blown laughter, to which the two Noxians were duly confused on.

"What's so funny?" Darius asked.

"You said you wanted nothing to do with our scheme, yet you throw yourself into it as a scapegoat! Who knew the deadliest assassin had such a kind heart?" Fiora answered.

"Bullshit I have a kind heart! I'll cut yours out if you say that again!" Katarina spat. "Are you going to take it or leave it?!"

"Yes," Fiora said first. Darius looked to her shocked by the enthusiasm. "In fact, I can agree to giving your payment within the next few days. The routes making agreements much easier to converse."

"Good! In the meantime, I am getting that baby back in you!" Katarina affirmed as she began peeling her jacket off. "Even if I have to milk his balls directly and pump it in you by the gallon!"

"Wait, what-"Darius asked, concerned with the massive tone shift between the three of them. Especially in regard to the excessive draining of his bodily fluids.

"And pray tell, ma amie, how would you perform such a feat?" Fiora smirked. The redhead returned the expression as she stepped over to the Demacian.

"Haven't thought exactly how, but I'm open to experimentation," she purred. Darius cleared his throat, the two looking to him as he sat deadpanned on the sofa couch.

"Do I get a say in what my genitals do or provide?"

"Nope, but you'll come around."